I'm on phonix? You can't even spell hooked//
After I'm done wit'cha, your ass'll be cooked//
Man, I think ur ass is in exile//
Half your shit came from 8 mile//
REPO know what I say is true//
I'ma grab ya by ya throat and choke you till ya turn blue//
in this battle I'ma set you uh blaze//
Get on ya knees bitch and start to praise//
Your lyrics to me, don't even phase//
look at'cha record, you need a grip//
But most of all yo ass needs a tip//
Readin this rhyme, mouth open, in a stare//
Battlein' you is like battleing a one legged chair//
I'ma use my lyrics to stab ya in the head//
I'll laugh at'chu layin there in ya death bed//
I've owned you, your my slave//
Un-zip the fly and piss on ya grave//
In my lyrics, you see the hate//
Its cuz im in the mood to fuck up this fly weight//
I'll neva be real? You more fake than Scooby//
You just got fucked up by a newbie//